Heart of the MountainChapter 11 Dragon Rider
Iden dragged the body up the tunnel, the pristine armor that it was still wearing clanking as it scraped against the rock. He felt the chill wind against his face, the air becoming cooler and fresher, the light of the sun bathing him as he reached the mouth of the cave. He pulled the dead Paladin out onto the outcrop, the wind whipping his hair, and placed his foot on its breastplate. “Guess I should ... say a few words,” he mumbled. “I didn’t know you, and you didn’t know me. Can’t say that...